The Lake - Day Seven, Quotable Quotes

Good Tuesday morning!

RANDOMNESS #1 - Well, it's official. The kids ARE indeed trying to kill me.

Would it have been too much to ask of Josh NOT to sit grinning like an idiot as we finalized his apartment move-in date? Would it?

He practically skipped to his truck after all the papers were signed.

And in the name of all that is good and pleasant and right in this world, would it really, REALLY hurt anything or anybody if we TOTALLY did away with high school registration altogether? Would it?

These are the questions I am throwing out today.

I already know the answers, so do not feel obligated to reply.

In case you're wondering, The Man/The Boy did NOT take a job in Alaska... so at least one of my kiddos loved me yesterday.

One out of three ain't bad.

RANDOMNESS #2 - I broke down and bought Greek Yogurt a couple of days ago.

While I have always been a lover of the "sugared-up" yogurt, I am not a yogurt purist. I like flavored yogurt... and yogurt with sprinkles... and yogurt with chocolate chips... and yogurt with caramel... and very flavorful yogurt that helps with regulation.

If you give me a cup of "real" yogurt and "real, unsweetened" fruit to eat... How can I say this?

I'm going to give it right back to you!

Quickly.

The last two or three years, I have watched the Greek Yogurt craze grow with interest.

It's more expensive.

It's a larger portion.

And John Stamos is the spokesperson.

To be honest, John Stamos is what finally tipped the scales. I've loved Mr. Stamos since he was Blackie on General Hospital. And please, do not get me started on why I still watch Full House episodes. (HINT - It isn't because I'm a big fan of the Olsen twins. I'm Team Uncle Jesse, all the way!)

Let's get back to the Randomness at hand. I bought four Greek Yogurts, all different flavors.

I have tried three of the four, and to be honest, I am a little nervous about trying the final flavor.

I do not like Greek Yogurt.

There. I said it. I feel better now.

And because I do not mind receiving constructive (kind) criticism, I would like to offer my Greek friends the following "tips and tweaks" for their namesake yogurt...

1. Add sprinkles.

2. Add caramel.

3. Add chocolate.

4. Lots and lots of chocolate.

You don't have to thank me. Remember, I'm a giver!

Quotable Quotes - I saw this quote on my blog journeys this morning:

"It takes a long time to grow an old friend." John Leonard

True. True.

The Lake - Day Seven

Day Seven... our last full day at the Lake.

Gloom, despair and agony on me.

I wanted the last day to be the best day, but because Josh was already gone and The Lovely Melia and Sweet Taylor had to leave mid-afternoon, that was an impossibility.

What do I do when things don't go as planned?

After a necessary (and rather long pouting period), I start working on Plan B. Plan B was simply "to fish."

And fish we did.


The Chick can catch a fish or two.


And she always tries to take it off the hook by herself.


This was declared the "lucky lure" for the day. I liked it because it matched Roxie's shirt.


Austin caught his fair share of fish, too. (I didn't want you to think he was just another pretty face.)


Except for the red sun spot on the edge or Roxie's cap, this would have been a great silhouette.


Four out of five Faulkners... boating off into the sunset.

And speaking of sunsets, we saw some beautiful examples of God's handiwork each and every night. (Mikie and The Brothers saw a few sunrises, but I have to admit I missed those.)




Ta-Da!

For some reason, I am drawn to birds and bird pictures. We were obviously fishing near a crane habitat because there were four or five different cranes watching from the shore as we fished.



Pretty cool, huh?

Have a lovely Tuesday. I'll be back Wednesday morning with my "Tips and Tweaks" list for an annual week-long Lake Vacation with the fam, the final Fish Count and a little something I like to call "The Shortest Beach Trip EVER" (narrative AND pics).

Take care, and I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Sincerely,

The Enchanting Belinda